Enari has never made a choice between fight or flight, it is fight all the way, even when she is given to a race of warriors as their Warlord’s prize.

A stranger to her own people, Enari has never felt that she had a place on Fennar. When the lottery destines her to be a bride of the Asku, she makes her displeasure known, even though her battle against a security unit has a predictable ending. Wounded and bleeding, she doesn’t consider herself a prime candidate for a mate, but the wife of the Overlord, and mother of Warlord Drion, has other ideas. Enari has all the characteristics of a prime female and as soon as the Warlord Drion returns from battle, he will claim his prize.

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Radiance Velu, wife of the Overlord of the Asku paused and cast her gaze over the women assembled. They were as she expected, plain for the most part, several too timid to even look beyond the floor.

“This is the offering that Fennar gives to beg forgiveness? You are short by two.”

The mayor stared at her and his mouth opened and closed nervously.

At her side, her bodyguard lifted his scanner. There were two life forms on the floor.

Interested, she glided forward, her warriors keeping the tiny and feeble Fennar at bay. The crowd of women parted, though the few women in shackles hesitated before moving away from the warriors of Asku.

Radiance couldn’t blame them. When she had first been taken by the Asku, their tattooed limbs and physical size had freaked her out. But now, fifty-five years after she had spent her first night in Doron’s arms, she considered their outward appearance as a foil for their inner potential. With the right woman, an Asku man could be both man and warrior and she was here to find those women.

As the women parted, the two on the floor were exposed. One woman was giving medical assistance to the other. The other woman had been kicked to hell and back.

Radiance dismissed the dark-haired woman with a long look and assessed the creature on the ground. A brilliant dark blue eye gazed up out of the socket that wasn’t swollen shut. A river of blood red hair cascaded in a puddle beneath her and her hands bore the marks of bare-knuckled fighting and booted feet.

“Who are you, child, that you would fight for your body with everything in you?” Radiance’s voice was soft, but the women in the vicinity gasped. The vibrations in her tone tended to unsettle people who were not used to it. It was the second set of vocal chords that did the deed.

“I am a humble seamstress who wants to get back to work. My body is of no consequence. My pride is the thing I fought for. I wasn’t coming here without a fight.”

Radiance smiled. “So, now that you are here, you will not fight?”

The woman chuckled. “Who would want to screw a body like this? Even my bruises have bruises.”

The mayor crept up next to her and a slight nod to her bodyguard let the man approach. “She fought her escort and put three of them in the hospital. They had no choice but to ensure her appearance.”

Disgust at the weakness of the leader of these people curled her lip. “Vin, take her to my shuttle. As for the others, bring them to the warship.”